Post Orgasm Techniques. To learn from myself I watched all my videos yesterday. Took all day. And I was mad at myself. “Why in my videos I don’t focus on my post orgasm techniques and instead I just stop filming?” Not good. I have to fix that. Because I focus so much on post-orgasm techniques in every session I do … not only the Tease & Denial sessions. I have so many things I do. So let me explain to you first – why post-orgasm part of the session is SO important. And after … I will explain some of the techniques I use to help you understand. “Some” not “all” my techniques. If I write for 1 week I …

Two sessions and two Tinder dates in the past couple of months have ended in the movie theater – and by end I mean severence of relationship. What’s spectacular about that? I didn’t end the relationship – the guy I was with did on all four occasions. The culpriit? – The Avengers. More specifically , the last movie in the franchise – End Game , and the one that preceded it. Those who know me know very well my penchant for ending relationships cold turkey – like instantaneous cessation of dialogue for eternity. It’s something that more than one guy has had a problem wrapping his head around – that lying in any shape or form means he’s cut …

Last Sunday I finished my 200th Tinder date since January 1st of this year. Some might call that excessive. I call it a thorough examination of man’s behaviour patterns. This isn’t going to be a horny ‘grab your dick’ kind of story but rather an interspective of not only how I’ve changed so much this year as a Mistress but also a good snapshot of how my brain is currently wired a fortnight before my 3rd European Femdom Vacation. It’s also surely going to piss a few of the alpha males off who read me on a regular basis. It’ll definitely leave some with a “who the fuck are you to treat us men like that” kind of taste …

Huddled together , furtive and vulnerable , like a rat in a maze. From the furthest corner of the lifeless room , I take count of the brainless denziens which surround me. Careful never to make eye contact I shrivel myself into nothingness and pleasently seem to make myself disappear. Yet my ears exist and there is no escape from the meaningless ramblings of the crazed prophet whose hideous voice is amplified a million fold by the dildo-ous looking microphone gripped in his hand. His singular purpose , to rob these swine of their will so that they will grow ever more ignorant , if such a thing were possible. An inner voice laughs manaically to myself. For while their …

“It’s just embarrassing, that’s what it is. I mean, there’s no way a girl should even consider telling me what to do and there’s actaally no way I’d obey. So listen, I’ll be here when you’re ready to date a real guy, but first … you’ll have to stop being a girl like that.” This, written to me by an ESL teacher who’s chances with me were fading quicker than LeBron James’ hairline having being rebuked in twenty two consecutive emails , is a microcosm of the attitudes pervasive throughout most men looking to date in this city. That he went on to call me a prostitute one sentence later and then ended that email by verbally “leaving the door …

I want to pleasure you. I want to make you cum. I want to show you how good I am at worshipping you with my tongue. I I I I You see the common denominator here? Those are three copy and paste remarks from my emails to here in this story … and I’ve done so to make a point. That point being … the space between how most men percieve a sexual act and I how I percieve it are so far apart they might as well exist in separate parallel universes. To perhaps give you a better perspective on the subject let me pose this question to you : Does a gynecologist go home and dream about eating …

“With all due respect , you shouldn’t call this a Dirty Panty Session.” “What should I call it then” I asked. “You should call it a Filthy Panty Session , Mistress Wael.” It’s not a 5 minute part of the session ok. Not even 10 or 15 minutes. I sit like that until I have a very large fart to feed you. You should feel lucky then. I take the filthy panties out from your mouth. And you can breathe normal too … are you not happy? I can’t do math very well. I cannot do science very well. I was good at nothing in school. Only volleyball maybe. But one thing I …

Being my Fuck Board is a job you think you’re ready for , but truly you’re not. I was trying to relate to you last story that I perceive a man’s dick to be this wonderful toy that unfortunately comes attached to a man’s body … and with it this misconceived notion that it’s there for a man to pleasure a woman with. It’s there for the woman to use, without regard for any feelings whatsoever. Which could mean that if I’m not particularly horny one month , it doesn’t get used at all. Which is why I love chastity so much because it teaches the man to remove pleasure from the equation when considering the purpose of his dick. …

While my grip on the nuances of Female Domination continues to anoint me with God like powers over men , I’ve been simultaneously humbled by something so ridiculously simple : pollution. So though at times I feel in session like a Level 150 Succubus Queen reigning over men with her Staff of Mesmerization , my +20 to Charisma is nonetheless severely offset by my crippling -12 to Vitality. In layman’s terms ; as the pollution index in Bangkok pushes towards a cancer inducing 200 on the daily – my severely sensitive skin allergy to dust has led me to some pretty creative decisions lately to escape the smog’s viral claws from sinking into my skin. Since we’re motivated into action …

Dave just left my condo from our first date. He thought it was a date, in reality it was just an experiment of mine. Lately, these “mistress’s boyfriend for a day” sessions have been so amazing that I’ve started to wonder if the crazy suggestive techniques I use on my submissive harem of men would work equally well on a stranger who has no idea that I’m a Mistress – one talented in the art of Seduction. So I thought it would be interesting for you guys to peek into my mind and relive with me what just went down over the past five hours on my “date.” It’ll give you a glimpse I suppose at how my mind works, …